Smiles in the Suburbs

First off, let me make it clear that my director is the most fantastic man in the universe. He’s incredibly dramatic and dynamic and brilliant and the list is endless.

After rehearsal, the theatre is dark and the a lone lightbulb shines (the ghost light). There’s an eerie yet peaceful silence that falls over the auditorium as only three people remain. Our director tells us to listen. Noises sound with neither cause nor location. It’s somewhat unsettling, yet still serene.

Rehearsal ends and my friend and I leave; our director exits in the opposite direction. We notice another door to the auditorium remains open just a crack, and our urge to return to our theatre overcomes us as we sneak into the dark auditorium, still dimly lit by the ghost light, sit and listen.

My friend and I are unperturbed as the indescribable sounds of the theatre consume us. We jump as a low growl emerges from a crack in the door,

“Come on guys… get out.”

We laugh and are on our way. Our director isn’t mad. He understands completely.

You see, he couldn’t resist the noises either.

I ♥ Wanda Sykes.

“To Do” List Before Sending off the Big Application:

Finish essays.

Perfect resume.

Kill the SAT II’s next weekend.

Make the ACT cry.

Hope that I picked the right teachers for recommendations.

Ask counseling office to send paperwork.

Send off the application; call to make sure every piece was recieved.

Exciting month.

Hi.

The whole college admissions process is really overwhelming.

That is all.

< Midnight Monday

< Hee-haw Yee-haw Tuesday. Sporting the pink bandana.

< Wacky Wednesday. My best friend Naina from the fourth grade :) still my best friend to this day. Aww.

< Hopping the fence the night before Class Clash to paint the ROCK.

< My four best friends.

< The Rock later that day.

< During Class Clash, Seniors are orange. This is what the Senior Bench looked like during the day.

< Homecoming Dance. Deer in headlights? Probs.

< Dinner after the dance.

This is my friend Logan.

[snapshot of us as counterparts in my favorite play, Any Number Can Die]

I define a true friend as someone who will patiently answer your crazy texts about “what are your plans this Tuesday? the next? the next?” with bemusement. I also define a true friend as someone who agrees to me driving over to his house at 6:47 p.m. to drag him to a choir rehearsal. I also define a true friend as someone who kicks butt as singing (as in our music director has fallen in love) and is now a new member of the choir.

Welcome, Logan! Thank you (:

fuckyeahmichigan:

Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes

By: Cherith Warner

(submitted by uneditedpeace)

HOMECOMING WEEK 2009!

The most highly revered by students/the most loathed by teachers week is finally here!

The first spirit day today was Midnight Monday. This is my last Homecoming Week, so I better make it worth something.

With complete disregard to being fashionably correct, let’s try black leather boots, black leggings, black cutoff skirt (which should be worn nowhere else other than a Latin dance course) black shirt, black cardigan, and a silvery tie to add a star in the midnight sky. Amazing? I think yes!

I’ve resisted for months. Truth? I was trying not to entirely copy everything role model Emphasis Added! does.

However, the idea of a place to blurb about my unimportant, adolescent activities appealed to me greatly within the past month (especially the past week when I began labeling moments of my life as blog-worthy).

So, here I am. (Sorry, Ms. Em!)

Try writing something you did today.

 

Let me attempt to create a post withholding the sarcastic comments surfaced to mind.

Done!